I didnot change yet, but offered to help her in the kitchen, doing dishes.Well thanks she said, but you need to change first or wear an apron. Toget o...ver with fast, a lot of work had to be done, I said that if she lendme an apron, I would do it right away. The apron was a very old fashionedpiece of work, buttoned at the front all the way down and in fact itcould be worn as a dress. I accepted her assistance in closing the apronand she gave me a very warm smile as I stood there. I felt awkward. I guess my information was correct because she was walking behind a baby buggy."Judy," I called as I approached, "Congratulations on your gift from God," I said looking into the buggy."Hi Dalton, thank you so much," she said proudly."Is it a he or a she?" It's a he, Stephen Gregory," she answered, "he'll be three weeks tomorrow." He's absolutely beautiful," I said; of course seeing her with her newborn son only reminded me of what I had lost. Even before we were married I dreamed of Jean and I. ” He says in a deep voice. He gives me chills. That voice. It’s hypnotic. I fall to my knees. More than that. I pull myself down to them, eagerly. I’m so very thirsty and he’s dripping down to the floor. Sweet clear pre-cream. I lap at it. I look up into his eyes. “Drink me. Slut.” I comply and open my mouth. I get down to the floor. I lick a bit off of the hard wood, then slowly make my way up to his own, hardening wood. “It usually takes me longer to get it going.” I slurp on his low-hanging. When Bob's hand slid up her side and his thumb brushed the side of her breast, she actually rolled into the thumb, and his hand was filled with her softness. They spoke no words, but communication was frantic as her own hand went to find out what the state of his penis was. She found it as rigid and hard as an iron bar, and squeezed it with appreciation. Eventually his hand found its way under her shirt, and then he pushed up her bra to finally fondle her hot, soft breast flesh. He found the.